342: Fallen Elf Queen, administer the medicine?

Fallen Elves' station, Temporary Palace.

Rather than a palace, it was a huge treehouse palace specially vacated by the Elf Clan.

Although not as luxurious as the Black Crystal Spire in the City of Depravity, it had its own unique natural charm.

Inside the main hall.

The atmosphere was subtly oppressive.

Anastasia still wore her signature black silk dress, sitting on a throne woven from vines.

She held an ancient Elf Clan book, seemingly reading, but her silver-gray eyes hadn't moved a line for a long time.

And below her.

Elysia was idly playing with a ball of Abyssal Demonic Flame in her hand.

Today she had changed into a dark purple mage robe, but the design of this robe had clearly been modified by her “wild” aesthetic.

The neckline was extremely low, revealing a bottomless snowy ravine; the skirt was torn directly to the thigh, and with just a slight movement, her long, straight, and beautiful legs would be fully exposed.

Compared to her sister's aloofness and abstinence, she was like a Mandrake blooming on the edge of the abyss, dangerous and alluring.

"I say, has that heartless man forgotten about you?"

Elysia finally couldn't hold back, crushing the fireball in her hand and complaining somewhat irritably.

"It's been a day since we entered this dungeon? Haven't even seen a ghost!"

"And I even... specially changed into this outfit for him!"

She tugged at her pitifully scant neckline, looking displeased.

Anastasia glanced at her indifferently, closed the book in her hand, and her voice was as clear and cold as an ice spring:

"What's the hurry?"

"He is the King, he has his own matters to attend to."

"As his women, all we need to do is wait quietly here, not chatter like a resentful woman."

"Heh! Why pretend to be so magnanimous?"

Elysia scoffed, exposing her without mercy.

"Don't think I don't know who was standing by the window last night, staring in that direction until dawn?"

"'Waiting quietly'? I think you've been as anxious as a cat scratching inside, haven't you?"

"You..."

Anastasia's beautiful face turned cold, just about to retort.

Just then.

A familiar voice, tinged with playfulness and teasing, suddenly sounded at the entrance of the main hall.

"Oh, who made our Queen His Majesty angry?"

"I can smell sourness from a mile away."

The two women's delicate bodies trembled simultaneously, and they turned their heads to look.

At the entrance of the main hall, sunlight streamed in.

A tall and upright figure stood against the light, a charming, wicked smile on his face that made them grit their teeth in annoyance yet love him to the core.

"Su Mo?!"

Elysia directly transformed into a purple afterimage and pounced towards Su Mo.

"You bastard! You finally deigned to come to this dungeon world to see us?!"

Su Mo opened his arms and steadily caught this crazy beauty who threw herself into his embrace.

"What? Miss me?"

Su Mo looked down at the woman in his arms whose eyes were full of longing, and his large hand unceremoniously pinched her exposed waist.

"Who missed you! Every time you summon me for help, then dump me when you're done, you scumbag! I just... I just want to bite you to death!"

Elysia huffed stubbornly, opening her mouth to bite Su Mo's shoulder, but the force was no different from a tickle.

Su Mo laughed heartily, embracing her waist, but his gaze went past her to the Iceberg Queen who was still sitting on the throne, seemingly calm, but whose fingers had already crumpled the pages of the book.

"My Queen His Majesty, aren't you going to show some indication when your husband returns?"

Anastasia took a deep breath, suppressing the surging joy and resentment in her heart.

She slowly stood up, stepping with her incredibly long, artistic legs, walking step by step towards Su Mo.

With each step, her aura receded a bit.

When she stood before Su Mo, the cold majesty of a queen was completely gone, replaced by a gentleness and tenderness that only showed in front of Su Mo.

"Welcome back... my King."

She curtsied slightly, performing a standard court etiquette, elegant and noble.

But this was not all.

To Su Mo's slight surprise, this proud Fallen Elf Queen actually took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, then stood on tiptoe and pressed her cool, soft red lips against his.

It was a kiss with a faint coolness, yet deeply hidden passionate emotions.

Elysia's eyes on the side were almost popping out.

Was this still her cold-faced sister who suffered for the sake of appearances?!

She was actually so proactive in front of her?!

After a long while, their lips parted.

Anastasia was slightly breathless, and her exquisitely beautiful face was tinged with a moving blush.

She looked at Su Mo, her eyes hazy: "This is punishment."

"Punishment for making us wait so long."

Su Mo looked at these two peerless beauties, so different in style yet equally deeply in love with him, and his sense of accomplishment instantly exploded.

These were his women!

One had just reached level ninety-six, and the other was level ninety-nine, restricted by the dungeon; outside, they were both existences capable of soloing gods!

Yet at this moment, they both obediently nestled in his arms, at his beck and call.

This feeling was even more satisfying than killing that Slave God!

"Since it's a punishment, I should also show some appreciation."

Su Mo smiled, released the two women, took a step back, and waved his hand.

Clatter—!

The familiar sound of crystals colliding rang out again.

A thousand bottles of high-grade attribute potion, emitting various colors of light, appeared out of thin air in the open space in the center of the main hall, piled up into a small mountain!

Strength, Agility, Spirit, Will... everything was there!

"This is..."

Anastasia and Elysia were both stunned simultaneously.

With their eyesight, they naturally saw the extraordinary nature of these potions at a glance.

The energy contained in each bottle was astonishingly pure, even more advanced than the magic potions they had seen in the abyss!

"These are your 'snacks'."

Su Mo casually picked up a bottle of high-level willpower potion and tossed it to Anastasia.

"I know your strength is formidable, but in this world, attributes are the hard truth."

"Although these potions cannot help you break through the hundred-level mark, raising your basic attributes by another step is no problem."

Anastasia took the potion, feeling the soul-shaking fluctuations within it, and a hint of shock flashed in her eyes.

"Potions of this quality... even if the Forest Elves' Third Elder refined them day and night, it would still consume a large amount of mental energy and life essence materials..."

"You... where did you get so many?"

"A secret."

Su Mo smiled mysteriously, walked over, and put his arms around their shoulders.